I always remember how much Aunt Happy loved us kids when we were little. She was great when we were young and that spirit never changed. I can still here her greeting me 'Hey, Laarr!' whenever we would see her. God Bless, Hap!
I will always remember Aunt Happy's warm and loving way. I visited her at Rolling Hills after not seeing her for many years, having no idea what to expect. Even though I arrived unannounced, she took one look at me coming down the hall, beamed broadly and shouted: "My favorite nephew named Michael!" Her warm and strong spirit lived up fully to her nickname.
Goodbye Aunt Happy. You will be remembered fondly!
